`Name: Mosi Musesma, The Killing King, The Prophet of the Killing Intent `Age: Time has become confusing and meaningless in immortality. `Gender: Man. `Race: Human, Sahara `Character Description: Height- 6’5” Weight- 380lbs Reach- 75” Eye Color- Green Hair Color- Black Skin Color- Golden Brown `Physical Description: A masculine male of Indo-Aryan stock, a sharp hawkish face with a long and tall narrow nose. His cheekbones are high and his brow is strong. He is completely lacking in eyebrows. His face is lacking any sign of facial hair. The hair atop his head is long and flowing with a supernatural lightness. Every single inch of him except his head is completely hairless and smooth, with an almost oily sleekness. He is muscular but not veiny, his body has a natural grace to its physicality. Everything seems as though it were perfectly sculpted and the muscles and sinew were painted on, rather than evolved or grown. Like he was hand-crafted to be the most exceptional human being. The earlobes on his ears are long and elastic, in the classical depiction of wise monks of East Asian mythology. They touch his shoulders His hands and feet are large and wide, his limbs sleek and long. His torso and neck are broad and leonine. Everything about him screams predator, even his hawkish green eyes have an unnaturally predatory forward look to them. His teeth and jaw are more sharp and apish than manlike, as if he and his kin had ever evolved away from defending themselves with their fangs. Though this comes with an unnatural curvature of the chin. He’s uncanny in a beautiful and haunting way, and he has black tattoos surrounding his eyes and running down to his lips. `Personality Description: He is a prophetic figure, a religious zealot, the sole drive that fills his character is the desire to enlighten all of creation to the truth of the Killing Intent. He was once a noble emperor, a ruler of a vast desert empire that got lost to time. His nobility and canny upbringing still hold their embers in him, he carries himself as a nobleman. His footsteps are those of a ruler turned savage prophet of the dark and wonderful liberating truth of all things. `Abilities, Powers, Skills: Peak Human Physiology: As a default, if there is anything that a human being can do, he too can do it. There is nothing that another man can do that he cannot, and he has the ability to combine these traits together. The incredible speed of an Olympic sprinter combined with the exceptional strike force of a boxer and the mass of a lightweight sumo wrestler. While the metrics are measured by normal men, the combination of traits that mere athletes can attain elevates them to superhuman levels. The Master Martial: All Martial Arts are known to him, but he favors simple spear play. Efficient and effective, but when he so chooses he can unleash exceptional technique, armed and unarmed. The Five Facts: When he was blessed with the knowledge of the Killing Intent, he was granted five absolute facts. These facts are incredible blessings that let him stand as an equal combatant with demigods and deities. These do not make him greater than his foe, for they will always be naturally in their body’s abilities. But it makes him sufficient to fight them. “I can see it.” - The Truth of sight allows him to see even when it should be impossible for a man to see it. In the pitch dark, in the blinding light, through thick fog, and at speeds faster than light. “I can hear it.” - The Truth of sound, allowing him to hear and speak when it should be impossible. In the void of space, underwater, when his tongue is stricken from his mouth, and when his opponent is deaf. “I can catch it.” - The Truth of speed, allowing him reaction time to move to avoid any attack, and allowing him movement speed to chase down any foe. “I can take it.” - The Truth of defense, allowing him to take blows that would kill a normal man. Allowing him to trade blows as an equal tiered combatant to his opponent. “I can kill it.” - The Truth of life, allowing him to cause harm to all things. The very intention of his actions can cause harm to anything. Material, immaterial, allegedly indestructible, intangible, divine, metaphysical, and even concepts. With his Killing Intent he can destroy and damage anything, as if it were made of solid matter. -That Which Has Been Killed: Age: He has eternal youth, and does not age. Time has become meaningless to him. Fixture to the Ground: When he achieves higher than human ability, he can perform impossible aerial maneuvers. Such as running up walls and jumping in the air. Weakness: This is how he can perform these superhuman feats. Breaking Weapons: This is how his weapons do not shatter in his hand when he performs impossible feats. Fear: There is no authority great enough to bow his head in terror. Not even for a moment will he hesitate in fear of his choices being wrong. `Character Equipment: 5 5 Cubit Spears: 7.5 feet blade to butt, they’re perfectly balanced and made of flexible wood, the point is a leaf shaped bronze blade. It is razor sharp and keeps its edge uncannily. They are affected by his killing intent and are capable of withstanding the forces he exerts and the blows that he trades. They are extensions of his killing intent, and gain impossible force and killing potential when wielded by him. A Leather Strap: It wraps from his left shoulder to his right hip, and it has five loops where his spears rest. It connects to his final piece of equipment. A Graceful Loincloth: A symbol of savagery painted with nobility, it covers his genitals and gives him decency. Despite being impossible, no matter what angle one views him from it will always be perfectly concealing his dignity. `Character History: Once the king of a vast desert kingdom, a massive river once fed into a circular nation built into a desert valley oasis. It was a thriving society with seasonal rises and falls of the river water. An asteroid impact rerouted the river, and shook the world. The river flooded his nation, then starved them of water. There he was emperor, and suddenly for all his prosperity and glory he was laid low, and all his ancestors' works were destroyed. With his nation lost to the sands, he stripped to a loincloth and wandered into the desert to die in his shame. There, in the wasteland that was growing more and more water starved as the days went by, he saw God. In the desert he met a man who assaulted him, beat him, laid him lower than he could have imagined, and then lifted him to his feet once more. Healing his wounds and cleaning his feet. They sat and spoke for days, his hunger and thirst gone, and he was taught the truth of the world. There are no goods, no evils. No coincidences and no accidents. All is meant to happen, and the only supreme authority of the world is Violence. This authority extends over ALL things, not merely other men and beasts. Physics, natural law, evolution, fate, even death. Nothing is immune to violence, one must truly understand that Violence can control the world, before truly understanding The Killing Intent. When he learned of the Killing Intent, and the control it conferred, he killed his weakness. He killed his old age. He left the desert and now wanders the multiverse as a prophet, teaching all of creation that the truth of creation is destruction.